Title: Slainte

Author: Wonderland

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, wish I did, you know who does, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Summary: And a Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you.

Season/Spoiler info: Let’s say this happened right after ‘Emancipation’, which would explain why Sam isn’t drinking with the guys; she’s still pissed over their reaction to her in a dress.

Author’s notes: According to Irelandseyes.com, Jack is correct in his belief that Neill means ‘champion’ and that he may be descended from royalty. That website lists Niall of the Black Knee as the King of Ireland in 890. I think Jack would be proud of his Irish roots, not to mention taking any occasion to drink some good Irish whiskey.

Slainte

“So, Daniel Jackson, O’Neill tells me that this holiday is in celebration of this St. Patrick?” It was apparent that Teal’c was confused about why he was sitting in Jack’s living room while the other two drank toasts to a long-dead saint.

Jack groaned aloud as Daniel enthusiastically donned his lecture face. “Yes, as a young man, he was kidnapped and sold into slavery in Ireland. After a few years of herding sheep, he ran away...”

“Well, wouldn’t you?” Jack muttered.

“And became a priest. He’s credited with bringing Christianity to Ireland.”

“O’Neill seems to be far more interested in his reported prowess with snakes.”

Daniel’s eyebrows knit across his forehead. “Not those kind of snakes, Teal’c. Not Goa’ulds. The real snakes.”

“I see.” It was plain Teal’c, in fact, did not see. “Then why does O’Neill feel it necessary to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol on this day?”

“Because,” Jack lurched forward, splashing a good deal of his fine Irish whiskey all over Daniel’s jeans, “because I’m Irish.”

“I thought you were Tau’ri.”

“Okay, Jack’s family name, O’Neill, means that his family probably originated from a country on this planet known as Ireland.”

“I’ll have you know that’s not probably, that’s a fact. The word ‘neill’ means champion.” Jack polished off the whiskey he hadn’t spilled. “So there. I’m a champion and descended from Irish royalty!”

“So you believe Daniel Jackson and I should worship you?” Teal’c lip curled.

“Damned straight.” Jack crowed.

“Daniel Jackson, what is the origin of your name?” Teal’c deliberately ignored his host, who snorted loudly at Daniel’s expression.

“Well, Teal’c, it’s a fairly common surname and while the exact meaning isn’t clear...”

“It means Jack’s son.” O’Neill shouted. “Isn’t that right, Dannyboy?”

“Well, I mean, technically...”

“So, in other words, O’Neill, you are of sufficient age to have sired Daniel Jackson?”

The astonished silence was punctuated only with an affronted huff, a suppressed giggle and a supercilious expression.